Agnes looks around as they walk, enjoying the ocean breeze, the crisp scent of salt in the air. She'd only been to a beach once before in her life, when she'd visited the Rim. This was much nicer, and with less chance of falling off the edge of the world.

"Oh, we have religions on the Discworld, too. Even a few gods still hanging around and making a mess of things. More trouble than they're worth, if you ask me."